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After a quarter of an hour, during which she continuously badgered Art, Iria at last got the message that she was being a bit difficult. For a while she shut up and watched the scenery drift past as the cart rumbled along under Davi’s careful guidance. It was actually the first time she had traveled in a cart, and thanks to the chair she had conjured for herself, it was more comfortable than riding in a carriage. Of course, there was the slight indignity of sitting next to a pile of breastplates that clanked whenever the cart hit a bump, but all in all it was a pleasant experience. Now Iria’s nature was such that keeping quiet for a goodly period of time was something she found almost impossible. When she broke her silence, she felt it better to speak to Davi, and she chose what she th
